Curse’s tongue met hers, and she was lost. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his entire ink covered chest was on display. His arms were so thick that as he held her, she felt delicate in comparison.
His cock pressed against her stomach. The waitress uniform she wore didn’t hold much protection against his searching cock.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
Sinful words that she knew she couldn’t fall for. Biting her lip, she shook her head. “No.”
“You’re lying to me. I don’t like being lied to.”
He walked her back until she was pressed against the brick wall. Most of the town was nervous around the Chaos Bleeds crew whereas they didn’t bother her. They were part of the town like the drugs and prostitutes were. Since her father abandoned them, she’d learned not to care what other people felt. The Chaos Bleeds crew was not dangerous unless women wanted to stay virgins. She was used to men giving her the once over then moving onto Ashley. Her friend loved men and the attention she got whereas Mia always liked her own space.
Having a boyfriend had never appealed to her as they wanted time, time she couldn’t afford.
“I’m not lying to you.”
“Yes, you are. Let’s see, shall we?”
She never expected him to find out. The waitress uniform came down to her knees. The hand on her hip slid under her uniform. He skimmed her inner thigh with his fingers.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m going to see if you’re lying to me. I hate being lied to.” His palm cupped her pussy, and he cursed. “And you’ve been lying to me.”
Tell him to stop. Shout at him, curse, and get him away.
He moved her panties aside and ran a finger through her slit. The instant he stroked across her clit, she was lost.
Gripping his arm, she closed her eyes at the sudden onslaught of sensation.
“You’re dripping wet for me, Mia. What should I do to you?” he asked.
“Please.” It had been so long since she’d been touched intimately. The last man she’d had sex with was a guy at college. He’d been shocked by her lack of commitment. She didn’t want a lifetime commitment, only sex.
“Do you need to come?”
“Yes.” There was no point in arguing. Curse had made sure to get what he wanted.
Opening her eyes, she looked over his shoulder. No one was there to see what was happening. She didn’t care what people thought. What she hated was for others to see her need. She was used to being the woman who didn’t need a man or want a man. There was only so much she could get with her own hand.
Two fingers slid across her clit then down to fuck inside her pussy.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“No.”
“Ashley seems to be under the assumption that you are.”
“I didn’t fuck anyone in high school. I waited until college.”
“Any man in sight?”
“No, none.”
She cried out as he pinched her clit. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.
“I don’t care what we shouldn’t be doing or should. You’re going to come against my fingers and stop complaining.”
Mia opened her mouth ready to argue, but he took her mouth stopping her from talking.
Breaking the kiss, she moaned as his lips moved down her neck. “This doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with you.”
“I don’t want to sleep with you. I want to fuck you, nothing else.”
It was like he’d walked straight out of her fantasies. No commitment, only fucking.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she thrust onto his fingers. The lust took over, and she pressed her lips to his. Anyone could walk past them and they’d only see them making out against the brick building.
No, she didn’t just want to make out.
Releasing one arm, she caressed down his body to cup his cock. She fought with his jeans, releasing the button then sliding the pants open and pulling out his cock. Curse hissed against her ear.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“What do you think? You want to fuck as much as I do.” Taking a step to the left, she moved around to the back of the building. There was nowhere else for her to go, but they were plunged into darkness. “I’m offering it to you now.”
She didn’t know what had come over her. Curse made her feel dangerous no matter how much she tried to fight it. With him half naked and his lips on hers, she couldn’t fight the need constantly building up inside her. He came to her offering temptation. She noticed the touches he always made sure to give her. His fingers stroking her inner wrist as he took something from her hands or the way he touched her thigh before she walked away from the table. Ashley told her about his interest, but she’d not believed it.